Hi there,

You guys probably don't know me yet because, well, this is my second fic EVER. That's cause I've always liked to draw more then write and I'm better at it too u.u'

I'm also Brazilian which means that my mother lenguage is portuguese not english. I lived in the USA for a year though, so I can communicate without many problems and even write a little XD.

Keep that in mind while you read this and go easy on the reviews since I'm pretty much a beginner on this area ^^

For those who like Doujinshis of pairing such as Zosan, Narusasu and Smoace, it might be a good idea to check my deviantart (zazkinha). I can assure you that I draw WAY better than I write =D

This story came to my mind a few days ago and I really like where it is going in my head. I just LOVE stories about showbusiness and stuff, and I noticed that there aren't many of those about One Piece out there. I plan on making it less then 10 chapters long, but you never know...

Unfortunatly I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS USED ON THIS STORY. They are property of EIICHIRO ODA and I'm just a fan with too much imagination and free time.

Enjoy ;D

Who wants to be famous?

Stage 1: Meet the cast – part 1

He was sweating. He was sweating so much that he could feel the droplets of salty water slide down his neck and chest in a slow but constant motion. It wasn't just the room that was hot, the whole fucking city felt like being inside of a giant oven. Which was one reason why he never wanted to live in LA; the summer there was way to hot for his delicate body. That and the fact that now he was stuck in a small room with four fat guys watching a small television and waiting for his lunch break to end so he could go back to work as a WAITER, while for all he knew, he could be working at a fancy kitchen in one of his dad's restaurants located on cooler parts of the country.

He would never forgive that old geezer for kicking him out like that. Who cares about "being independent" and "experiencing new things" when you already have pretty much everything you need and want? Sure he wished to improve his cooking and to open his own place some day, but did he really have to start from scratch, like everybody else? Couldn't he just skip a few steps (like working as a WAITER and living at a FILTHY apartment) and go straight to the part where he finds a nice little place to open his own store? It's not like his dad didn't have the money to help him, after all, he owned a very successful chain of restaurants spread across the country ( the "Baratie"). Still, to his misfortune, the old chef had no intention of giving him a hand with the "becoming a chef" business. So there he was, working 8 hours a day for a minimal pay at a popular restaurant on LA, deprived of a comfortable home to come back to after work, and having to put up with all the shit that his fellow workers liked to do while on lunch break (such as watching stupid variety shows, like the one they were watching at that moment on TV).

As an educated and cultured person that he was, Sanji could not find any interest on what those types of tv programs had to show. It was just something that brainless people liked to watch when they had nothing better to do, and to find out some useless info about their favorite stars which they used to discuss with their neighbors.

It wasn't like he disliked movie stars and didn't watch movies or television (he wasn't that radical), but he preferred to spend his precious time practicing at the gym or learning a new recipe instead of gossiping about what new actor/actress just got pregnant or turned gay.

Though that was mostly what he thought, the particular show being broadcast on tv at that time caught his interest.

It featured a newcomer that for the past few months had gotten a lot of attention from the media as a result of some well played parts on movies and TV series. The guy in question was younger than Sanji by what seemed like 2 years and had engaged on the show business no longer than 6 months before. He was a man with a boyish face and playful personality that quickly entered the hearts of many men and women of all ages, including Sanji's.

It wasn't like Sanji had the hots for the guy (no! Never!) but he still liked his acting and sympathy during interviews and talk shows. He was a raven with approximately 5'6",short hair, a thin but defined body and a small scar under his left eye.

Of all the qualities that the boy seemed to have, the thing that struck Sanji the most was his smile. A pure and innocent smile that became his trademark and could be seen everywhere in town on advertisement posters for toothpaste, clothes, movies and even food. Mostly food. Apparently, the young star really liked to eat, having already been spotted eating like a pig on many restaurants and fast-food places across the country. Sanji wished one day he could cook for that guy and be able to see his food just disappear from its plates like the rumors said it happened when the boy ate.

His thoughts were interrupted then by a tired waiter that stepped into the room to announce the end of their lunch break. Sanji got up, straightening his clothes in the process, and went out of the stinky room heading for the restaurant's back door. It was time to work and he needed to look presentable, since, aside from the fact that he was in a fancy place, there was always chance that he might meet some special people while working.

Rogue town was an old restaurant known for the frequency with which famous people dropped by to have launch and dinner. The place was located close to many shooting studios and had an efficient security system built to protect the stars from paparazzi and crazy fans, making it perfect for actors, actresses,singers and models to stop by and have a calm and enjoyable time with their friends without having to worry about keeping their fake smiles and professional composure.

That was partly why Sanji applied to work there, so that he would have a chance to meet gorgeous women and if he got lucky maybe one of them would fall in love with him and they would live happily ever after.

With that in mind, he stepped into the kitchen to grabbed his black apron and notepad, going straight to the dinning area afterwards.

The next 2 hours went on just like any normal work day: people walking in and out of the restaurant; meals being ordered and an occasional generous tip. Sanji was already accepting the fact that Hollywood was probably on a busy day, because no star or singer had showed up yet and his shift was almost over.

It was close 6 pm and he was tired beyond belief; his feet complained about every step he took and his back was sore from walking and standing for long periods of time. He needed a cigarette really bad and he just craved for a shower.

He had just looked at the clock for the 10th time in less then 5 minutes when the sound of excited whispering from the customers caught his attention. He turned to look at the direction that most glares were being drawn to, and his heart leaped a beat at what he saw.

Two of the most beautiful specimens of the female gender had just walked through the front door, and to his delight, they weren't just ordinary women, but exactly what he had been waiting for since he started working at Logue town the week before.

He recognized both women from fashion magazines and he was sure he had seen one of them on a tv show recently. For a moment he spaced out drooling over the women's long legs and big breasts.

The one that walked in first, heading straight to a comfortable and private booth at the back of the room, showed enough familiarity to the place to make it look as if she was on her own house. She had short red hair, light brown eyes and a fair skin. She had a tattoo on her left shoulder that could be seen clearly due to the fact that she was wearing a blue sleeveless shirt, complemented by tight jeans that left nothing to the imagination.

The other woman, that stood a few feet behind, followed the redhead and seated on the same booth while wearing a calm and collected expression that showed just about the same amount of familiarity to the place that her friend seemed to have.

She was taller then the first one by half a head, and had shoulder length black hair that matched perfectly her sharp and gorgeous features. She was prettier than her friend by a bit, and her cool and mature blue eyes fitted her image nicely. She wore a low cut black button down shirt that exposed quite a bit of skin, with a really short black skirt that matched her knee-length black leather boots. A look that, in Sanji's opinion, not many people could pull off without looking like a slut, but that the raven seemed to have no problem wearing.

She seemed older then himself and her friend (which Sanji assumed to be about his own age) and was now turning her gaze to a man that Sanji couldn't believed he hadn't noticed until then.

Ignoring other males was something that the blond did pretty often in that kind of situation. Just who, in their right mind, would pay attention to man while in front of two goddesses like the ones sitting at that moment on the restaurant's booth?

This one though, was hard to miss. The man had electric blue hair styled in a eye catching way and wore a colorful Hawaiian style T-shirt with tight jeans that showed, much to Sanji's dismay, the man's incredible physique.

The guy took a sit next to the raven and they both relaxed visibly due to the new body proximity. The trio seemed to give off a strong "stay away" vibe to anyone who could be contemplating approaching them.

Sanji had just finished thinking how nice it would be to be able to go there and introduce himself when he realized they were actually seated at one of HIS designated tables for the night. His heart skipped a beat as he made his way over there. He grabbed his notepad and put on his best host smile before he turned to the guests seated in front of him.

"Good evening ladies and gentleman. Would you like to place your order?"

The redhead turned to answer the question but stopped when she saw the man in front of her. She had never seen him there before, which was strange since she came to Logue town at least twice a week. It was true though, that for the past six days she hadn't had the time to stop by her favorite restaurant because of her busy work schedule and many road trips. Still, it wasn't very often that the place hired new employees. For the sake of famous costumers like herself, they tried to keep a trustworthy and permanent staff.

She wasn't about to complain on their pick though, this guy was certainly a blessing to the eyes. He was complete, with long lean legs and golden blond hair that hid the left side of his face leaving an only sky-blue eye to show. He could easly be a model if he wanted to, she was sure of that.

Recovering quickly from her initial chock, she answered the blond.

"Well, I haven't really decided on what to eat yet." She turned to her companions "Do you guys want to order already?"

"I'll have the usual, I think." Said the blue-haired man without looking away from the menu. When he finally did look up, he met the waiter's anxious face and frowned "I don't remember ever seeing here before..."

"Yeah, I think he's new" Commented the redhead, once again contemplating the blond's sexy long legs "He probably doesn't know what "the usual" is, by the way."

"Oh yeah, sorry dude. You know that meat with sticky green sauce and red peppers on top?" Sanji nodded "That's what I want. Oh yeah, and bring me a bottle of coke too, will you?"

"Make sure to remember that order, cause that's all this meat-head ever eats and drinks." added the ginger in a mocking tone. The man huffed at the remark.

Sanji turned to look at the raven. She had been quietly examining him the whole time he spent talking to the other two and it was starting to creep him out. She might have noticed the blond's uneasiness, because she smiled in a way that made him relax a little. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft and powerful:

"I'll have Civet de lièvre and a glass of water please." The waiter finished writing down the requests and turned, once again, to the redhead that was still shamelessly staring a his legs. If she hadn't been so undeniably hot, he would have found the action very disconcerting and maybe even a little abusive on her part. He wondered if she would look at his ass the same way she was doing to his legs when he had to turn back and go drop the orders at the counter.

"Have you decided on what to order yet, madam?"

"Na, gimme a minute. You can go place their orders and come back here in a few minutes."

Sanji agreed and gave his back to the trio. He dropped their orders at the kitchen and walked around the tables serving drinks and entries to the customers. He was about to make his way back to the booth when his watch beeped telling him that his shift was over. He thought for a minute and decided to talk to the manager about working overtime that night. He was tired and his body ached, but he couldn't leave now that he had finally met the type of women he had always dreamed about meeting. Besides, so extra cash wouldn't hurt.

With that in mind, he made his way to the manager's office.

***

At the same time on the outside of the restaurant, stood a man that did not in, any way, fit the place. He was dressed in loose worn-out jeans with some visible stains across the legs, and a plain white t-shirt that had seen much better times. His brown combat boots had paint on them, and he wore a black bandanna tied to his head shadowing his eyes. His body was glittering in sweat and he carried a small bag over his shoulder. Zoro felt like a contaminated animal standing among that crowd of rich and snob people while being observed and feared by them.

The only thing he wanted was to eat, dammit!

He knew it had been a joke when they told him he could come eat for free at this restaurant... He should just turn around and look for a practical hot dog stand, where he could eat as much as he wanted without getting dirty glances from people he didn't even know. But then, that would probably cost him money, and he couldn't afford to waste even one penny if he wanted to survive until the end of the month.

Besides, he could at least try, right? What was honor compared to a full stomach?

The worse thing that could happen was getting kicked out of the place.

With that decided, Zoro headed for the main door ignoring the disgusted looks he received from the staff and the maitre as he stepped into the room. He had as much right to be there as everybody else, and as long as he had money to pay for the food they couldn't kick him out. Of course he DIDN'T have money to pay for any of that expensive looking food.

They didn't need to know that, though. Yet.

He found his way to the desk where the clerk worked in a fast pace to close the bills for the customers, and waited there for a moment until he was noticed by the busy woman. She looked at him and took in his appearance before examining his face. Something snapped in her brain and she understood the situation, giving Zoro a half smile.

"You must be Mr. Roronoa, am I right?" He nodded in surprise. He hadn't expected them to listen to his story at all, much less to actually recognize him. He just waited patiently while the woman seemed to look for something on her desk. She found what she had been looking for and lifted her eyes to meet Zoro's once again.

"The Owner told me that you might be coming here often in the next few days. He said you were to be served whatever you want to eat from our menu and we shouldn't charge you for it. Here it is what you need to show the waiters when they try to give you a bill." she handed him a slip o paper"You should take good care of that paper so that there are no misunderstandings about your situation, OK? Oh, and you don't have to worry about it today because it's your first time, but for the next time you visit, could you follow the restaurant's dress code? You don't have to wear anything really fancy, just something less...dirty." She smiled at him once again in a "good bye" sort of way and went back to the papers on her desk.

He took that as his cue to leave her desk and go look for a table that would give him some privacy. Those stares were really starting to piss him off and he was to tired to fight them. He sat in a secluded corner of the dinning room where a big green plant hid him from the rest of customers.

He knew he looked bad and even a little dirty, but he couldn't help being like that after spending his whole day under the hot sun working in a construction area. He had had to cut wood, saw it, and even help building walls for what people told him was going to be a house.

He didn't work with that because he liked it either, but because he needed the money to accomplish his dreams.

For the 20th time that day, he caught himself thinking about the job offer that his best friend had given him the week before. He wondered if it would be easier to reach his goals if he just accepted the offer without thinking to much into it.

He pushed those thoughts out of his head and grabbed the menu. The job at the construction site wasn't very pleasant, but helped him keep his body in shape and provided him with free meals (since the owner of Logue town was the same person who owned the house where he had been working at), so it was all good. He looked through the menu for a few minutes trying to find something that he actually knew what it was. After a while he gave up and decided to ask the waiter's help.

He saw a blond waiter approach a table close to his where a couple of middle aged women sat, and signaled for him to come over to his table. The man probably didn't see him, because he turned the opposite way and went to attend a very peculiar trio seating in one of the booths close to the wall.

As he looked at the people that formed the trio, he got the impression he had seen them somewhere before, mainly the women. Perhaps he had met them while shopping at the grocery store in his neighborhood. Or maybe they had been classmates during middle school (even though the raven and the blue-haired guy looked a bit too old for that).

He turned his attention once again to the blond and for the next 15 minutes he tried to get the man to come to his table. After the first 10 minutes of wasted effort, he was sure the waiter had seen him and was choosing to simply ignore his presence, which made his already foul mood drop a few more degrees.

***

On the other side of the room, the same thing was happening to the previously mentioned blond waiter, who was having a hard time dealing with what seemed like a massive delay of orders from the kitchen. Other then the famous trio's table, he was also responsible for 5 others that were occupied as well, and for an unknown reason their food was taking longer then normal to be delivered. Sanji had placed the orders almost half an hour before and the customers where starting to complain about their lack of food.

In all honesty, he had no idea of what he should do in that kind of situation. His job at the restaurant was only to serve the food, not make it. So he walked around listening to what people had to say and just waited for something, or someone, to get him out of that mess.

The nasty-looking man on the corner, who kept trying to get his attention, wasn't helping either. Aside from the trashy clothes and lack of manners, Sanji was getting really annoyed by the man's stupidity. The guy should have noticed already that his table wasn't Sanji's responsibility, which meant that if he wanted to order something he would have to look for the table's designated waiter. Which, again, was NOT Sanji.

How could anybody be that moronic?

He was about to make his way to the idiot and explain that, when the excited whispering produced by the customers started once again, a little louder this time. He looked at the door expecting to see another pretty lady walking in but instead he saw something else. One look at the man standing at the door and he immediately recognized him as the person he had seen on TV earlier that day.

A playful smile made its way to the blond's face, and he was glad he had decided to work over-time that night. He watched as the man/boy excitedly searched with his eyes for someone. He finally found who he had looking for and started to move in a way that was more like hopping than walking. Sanji saw as the boy's face (now that he could see him from a short distance, he looked too young to be called a man) lit up as he made his way to the almost hidden table where the idiot man, who had been bugging the shit out of blond just a few minutes before, sat.

He saw recognition flash through the man's expression while a small smile appeared on his lips. The boy jumped on the man and hugged him for a second before taking a sit on the opposite side of the table. Sanji wasn't the only one that had been watching the interaction going on on that side of the restaurant; half the people there, including the special trio, had their gazes drawn to the two guys.

The blond could hear giggles and murmuring from many parts of the room and his mind was racing with the question that, he knew, everybody there was asking inside their heads:

'Just how the fuck did that nasty-looking guy know a person such as Luffy D. Monkey - the year's most popular newcomer?'

He came back to the real world when he heard his name being called by the Maitre that stood in front of the clerk's desk. He walked to the man wondering if he was about to be yelled at about something he didn't do. The maitre looked distressed while he talked, in a hushed voice, to the clerk that wore a similar expression to his. Sanji could feel the need for a cigarette growing inside of him and making his hands shake. The man finished talking to the woman and turned to face him with a strange glint in his eyes. He talked in the same hushed tone he had used with the woman:

" Mr. Blackleg, it came to my knowledge that you denominate yourself a cook. Is that correct?"

Sanji gulped and nodded reluctantly. He couldn't understand what was that all about, but he figured it was better to just go along with it for little longer. The glint in the man's eye seemed to grow for a moment before he started speaking again.

"And what exactly did you do to earn that title? What prove do you have to support your statement?"

Sanji tried hard to understand the reason behind those questions. It didn't sound like what people usually said when they were about to fire an employee. He decided to answer the question honestly.

"I have been studying gastronomy for almost 8 years now, and I have taken many cooking classes. Also, I've trained under the chef of the Baratie, Jeff Redleg. I worked as a sub-chef there before I came here."

The maitre's eyes widened in surprise before they were filled with suspicion. He spoke in a mocking tone:

"You shouldn't lie to me about this, boy. I was about to give you an opportunity and you just blew it."

Sanji became a little annoyed when he heard that, but there wasn't much he could say on his defense. When his foster dad had kicked him out of the house telling him to go look for work somewhere else, he had also been forbidden by the old guy to use his name as a way to get a good job. He supposed to prove his worth through his cooking, not by using his dad's prestige.

Even though that was a tough thing to do, he kinda agreed with the geezer. His pride would never allow him to live under a shadow forever, even if that meant having to work his ass off as a waiter instead of a cook to be able to pay his bills. The only thing left for him to do, was try to make the man in front of him believe in what he said long enough so that he could actually cook something for the man to experiment. He put on his most confident expression and answered the maitre's comment in a calm and controlled voice.

"I'm not lying, if that's what you think. Though, I have to agree that this is not something one should say without being able to prove it, which luckily I am capable of doing if you kindly let me borrow your kitchen for a moment."

He finished the sentence with a cool smile on his lips that made the clerk's heart miss a beat. The maitre stood there stunned by the blond's sudden boost of confidence. He wondered if what the boy said was true. If it was, then all his problems could be solved right at that moment without further delay. He gazed at the waiter's only blue eye and made his decision: He needed a cook urgently, and even though that meant he would be betting high, he decided to give the blond a chance. The worse thing that could happen was the food being rejected by a few customers, and that wasn't a big deal since they had many of them.

He thought that way until he spotted the black haired star seating at the corner table. Ok, so he could end up loosing one of the best, if not THE BEST, customer the restaurant had ever had.

One look at the mess his restaurant was turning into due to the lack of food made him set his mind though.

The blond was gonna cook, and all he could do was pray.

***

Nami stared at her empty plate for the 10th time in less than five minutes and wondered why on earth her food wasn't there yet. They had been waiting for what seemed like and hour and there was still no sign of it.

She looked around to see if it was only her food that was missing and was able to deduce by the other customers unhappy faces that the phenomenon was happening all over the restaurant. She was about to call the cute blond waiter one more time when she saw something that instantly took her mind out of her stomach and shifted her attention to the front door restaurant.

She knew the boy standing there just like most people on that room, and was intrigued in the same way as everybody else when she saw him make his way to the corner table and sit with the poor-looking man wearing a black bandanna tied to his head. How the restaurant had let that kind of man in was a mystery to her, but she figured it didn't really matter since neither the maitre nor the waiters had done anything to kick the guy out yet.

She returned her gaze to the young actor whom she had been willing to meet for quite a while, and considered walking to him and introducing herself. The food was taking too long anyway, so why not join the two men at the opposite side of the room and have a little chat?

She explained her idea to the man and the woman seated across the table from her and they both agreed to it. They all stood up and made their way to the energetic boy and his mysterious friend, failing to notice that the new blond waiter was nowhere in sight.

***

Zoro went from extremely annoyed to delighted in less then a minute and he just couldn't believe it. He didn't know what kind of power that little fellow had, but he was sure it was a powerful one.

It had always been like that, since they were kids; Zoro could be in the worst mood possible but it only took one look at Luffy's smile to make him forget almost instantly about what had angered him in the first place. He liked to think that they had a mutual relationship where Luffy helped control Zoro's temper, most of the time, and Zoro, for the most part, kept Luffy out of trouble (the key words here being "most of the time" and "for the most part", NOT "always").

Before his best friend showed up, he had been contemplating in colorful fantasy, ripping that only blue eye out of the blond waiter's pretty face. He had been about to stand up and go have a nice chat with the asshole about neglecting his duties as a waiter, when he saw the very familiar face of his childhood pal coming in his direction in an incredible speed. He automatically prepared himself for the impact that would come when the raven jumped to hug him.

And the kid did exactly that, yelling his name while at it.

He couldn't help but to laugh at his friend's behavior. He was glad to know that no matter how much time passed, the young monkey would probably never change. He escaped from his friend's glue-like hug and took a step behind to examine the boy. They hadn't seen each other for about 3 months and even though Zoro would never admit it, he had missed his friend every single day.

Luffy didn't really look any different, maybe a little taller and stronger, but overall he was the same as last time Zoro had seen him.

Their long time apart was due to Luffy's super busy schedule and the fact that until 2 week before Zoro still lived at their hometown in Michigan. He moved to LA hoping to be able to pursue his dreams and, as a bonus, have better chances of meeting Luffy during his rare free time.

He couldn't say he was completely supportive of the raven's new job, since he thought being famous was a major pain in the ass (All those paparazzi and fake smiles just gave him the creeps) and it made almost impossible for them to hang out like in the old days, but he tried to keep his thoughts to himself. He knew Luffy really loved what he did and was actually good at it.

He sat back on his chair and waited until the boy did the same. They started talking about everything they had done over the past 3 months and Luffy told him excitedly about the new movie he had been invited to take part in. Zoro just listened to the boy's story for the next few minutes until Luffy finished telling it and changed the topic of the conversation to a more serious one.

"Hey Zoro, have you thought about the job offer I told you about last week? I know it sounds like a pain to you, but I bet it pays better than what you are doing right now and we'll get the chance to see each other more often!"

Zoro was about to answer when he saw three people approaching their table and acting as if they owned the place. His guard immediately went up when he saw the expression the the redhead's face. She stopped right by their table and turned her head to look at Luffy, a malicious smile playing on her face. The boy looked up and returned the smile in a very innocent kind of way, just waiting for the trio to introduce themselves.

Zoro noticed that the other two, standing a little behind the ginger, weren't nearly as interested in Luffy as the redhead seemed to be. They just stood there looking politely interested while not making any attempt to join their friend on her introduction. She spoke then, in a very seductive voice:

"Good evening boys, I hope we are not intruding." She gave them an alluring smile and didn't wait for their permission before taking a seat next to the Luffy. Zorro disliked the girl more with every passing second, but Luffy didn't seem fazed in any way by her abusive behavior. He just looked at her with an easy smile on his lips and said:

"Hi, I'm Luffy. It's nice to meet you."

"Yeah, we know. You are quite famous these days... I'm Nami, by the way." Luffy's grin grew larger and kept smiling happily at her. She was starting to get frustrated. He was supposed to be all over her by now, like the rest of the man she had seduced before, but for some reason he didn't seem to be affected by her presence in the least. She figured she would just have to keep trying.

"I saw you coming in and decided to come introduce myself, since we are pretty much involved in the same business and might end up working together someday."

"THAT'S SO COOL! So you are an actress? ! Awesome~!!"

"Hum...Not really an actress, but that will change soon. I plan to debut in a movie this next season and " She stopped talking when she noticed she had lost the boy's attention. She followed Luffy's gaze to the place that now held his interest and recognized it as her own table. A different waiter from the blond that had been serving them earlier that evening had brought their orders and the food looked incredible. At the sight of it, her hunger came back with full force and she decided to talk to Luffy after eating. But then, she had an idea that would make things work out even better.

"It looks like our food just arrived. Don't you guys want to join us while you wait for yours?"

The answer was instantaneous from the raven who jumped to his feet and made his way to their table without second thoughts. Zoro gave the women an annoyed look before going after his friend who was now drooling all over the food.

Nami made her way back to the booth and eyed the contents of the plates. She had never seen such a mouth-watering meal in her entire life, even the smell of it was the best. They all sat down on the couch and started to eat.

Luffy stuffed his mouth with food not even taking time to breath, while the others were a little more civilized. After just ten minutes of silence, disturbed only by the sound of their chewing, they had finished it all. They looked stunned at each other for a minute savoring the taste that lingered in their mouths, while hunger still played in their eyes. Luffy finally broke the silence by yelling what they were all thinking at that moment:

"THIS WAS THE BEST MEAL EVER!!!"

I hope you all liked it ^^

I'll try to post the next chapter soon, but it's like I said before, I have a doujinshi to update every two weeks and that takes a lot of time to prepare...

I'm not dropping this story though =D

see you next time ;*